Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25457137-20150305014835/@comment-25433946-20150305020220

Daniel stops typing for a moment and grabs the soda. Pops the cap off and reads his fortune: "Accept no substitutes for that which is genuine." He snorts and continues.

"Thanks..."

"Not just for the soda, I mean for like everything lately. Thanks. I- I don't know how this is going to turn our and honestly."

A short laugh. Daniel turns to Alair: He digs his nails into the chair as he swivels.

"I don't think I care right now. I'm just so gutted, you know?"